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Title: The new arrival
Description: Mpreg arc. I wrote this for Race's birthday, and it kept growing... and growing... Warning for MPreg, of course. Set in a world where time compression didn't end, and Squall's team failed in their battle against Ultimecia.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 571
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.
Seifer touched Squall’s hand gently. “Squall?” he ventured softly.
At the whisper of his name, Squall groaned, opening his eyes very reluctantly to groggily gaze up at his lover and master. “Nn… Seifer?”
“You did it,” he grinned. “I can barely believe it but you really did it!”
Squall watched Seifer, confused for a moment until a dull ache in his now flat belly reminded him of what had happened. The baby had been born. Early too, announcing his presence with almost as much impatience as his father invariably showed. “Is he…?”
“Perfect. A little scrawny but tha…. Squall. You said he.”
Lifting a hand to his mouth, Squall realised that Seifer was right. He had said he. He had a son. And with Seifer still being there, that meant that Ultimecia hadn’t taken the child immediately. “Yeah. I did. So, where is he?”
Seifer leant over the bed, pressing a soft kiss to Squall’s cheek and straightening. “Stay there, I’ll go get him.
As his master disappeared, Squall lifted himself slowly to lean against the pillows. Peeling back the covers and lifting his shirt to see his flatter belly, he frowned. The metallic tang of Curaga was still on his skin, he had no scar from the incision that had been made to give birth to his boy. …His boy. Hyne this was real – Seifer and he were fathers, they had a child!
“The doctor said you should have bed rest for a couple of days then take it easy for a week or so – your blood pressure dropped and scared the hell out of all of us. You pulled through though, you always do,” Seifer’s voice surprised him, making him look up.
The bundle in his arms was so small. It didn’t quite match what he’d expected of the new Almasy having had the boy sitting on his internal organs for the previous eight and a bit months. He’d certainly felt big enough for the boy to be Raijin’s size at times. Then, as Seifer set the baby in his arms, it really hit him. “Oh Hyne…,” Squall gasped, faced with his son for the first time.
“Yeah… I thought so too.”
Perching on the edge of the bed, Seifer was watching him hold the baby with some sort of smug pride. Not that Squall got to look at it all that much, he was too busy sizing up the newest terror to be unleashed on the world. Wispy dark gold hair peeked from beneath the hat someone had put on his head, and when he opened his blue grey eyes… “Is this real?”
“Oh hell yes he’s real. You should have heard him testing his lungs earlier. I bet he gets that from me, you always were the quiet kid, even when you were tiny.”
“What’s his name?”
Seifer kissed Squall’s temple, leaning his head against Squall’s to look down at the baby. “I dunno. I’ve been calling him little squirt ever since they put him in my arms. What do you think we should call him?”
“You’re not calling him squirt too,” Squall scowled. “Isn’t it bad enough for one of us to be teased?”
“Someone has to take on the mantle. I have a couple of suggestions – Asher, Caden, P-”
Squall rearranged the blanket, making sure the boy was covered. “Caden. Caden Almasy.”
Leaning his chin on Squall’s shoulder, Seifer smiled. “Or little squirt for kicks.”
Description: Mpreg arc. I wrote this for Race's birthday, and it kept growing... and growing... Warning for MPreg, of course. Set in a world where time compression didn't end, and Squall's team failed in their battle against Ultimecia.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 571
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.
Seifer touched Squall’s hand gently. “Squall?” he ventured softly.
At the whisper of his name, Squall groaned, opening his eyes very reluctantly to groggily gaze up at his lover and master. “Nn… Seifer?”
“You did it,” he grinned. “I can barely believe it but you really did it!”
Squall watched Seifer, confused for a moment until a dull ache in his now flat belly reminded him of what had happened. The baby had been born. Early too, announcing his presence with almost as much impatience as his father invariably showed. “Is he…?”
“Perfect. A little scrawny but tha…. Squall. You said he.”
Lifting a hand to his mouth, Squall realised that Seifer was right. He had said he. He had a son. And with Seifer still being there, that meant that Ultimecia hadn’t taken the child immediately. “Yeah. I did. So, where is he?”
Seifer leant over the bed, pressing a soft kiss to Squall’s cheek and straightening. “Stay there, I’ll go get him.
As his master disappeared, Squall lifted himself slowly to lean against the pillows. Peeling back the covers and lifting his shirt to see his flatter belly, he frowned. The metallic tang of Curaga was still on his skin, he had no scar from the incision that had been made to give birth to his boy. …His boy. Hyne this was real – Seifer and he were fathers, they had a child!
“The doctor said you should have bed rest for a couple of days then take it easy for a week or so – your blood pressure dropped and scared the hell out of all of us. You pulled through though, you always do,” Seifer’s voice surprised him, making him look up.
The bundle in his arms was so small. It didn’t quite match what he’d expected of the new Almasy having had the boy sitting on his internal organs for the previous eight and a bit months. He’d certainly felt big enough for the boy to be Raijin’s size at times. Then, as Seifer set the baby in his arms, it really hit him. “Oh Hyne…,” Squall gasped, faced with his son for the first time.
“Yeah… I thought so too.”
Perching on the edge of the bed, Seifer was watching him hold the baby with some sort of smug pride. Not that Squall got to look at it all that much, he was too busy sizing up the newest terror to be unleashed on the world. Wispy dark gold hair peeked from beneath the hat someone had put on his head, and when he opened his blue grey eyes… “Is this real?”
“Oh hell yes he’s real. You should have heard him testing his lungs earlier. I bet he gets that from me, you always were the quiet kid, even when you were tiny.”
“What’s his name?”
Seifer kissed Squall’s temple, leaning his head against Squall’s to look down at the baby. “I dunno. I’ve been calling him little squirt ever since they put him in my arms. What do you think we should call him?”
“You’re not calling him squirt too,” Squall scowled. “Isn’t it bad enough for one of us to be teased?”
“Someone has to take on the mantle. I have a couple of suggestions – Asher, Caden, P-”
Squall rearranged the blanket, making sure the boy was covered. “Caden. Caden Almasy.”
Leaning his chin on Squall’s shoulder, Seifer smiled. “Or little squirt for kicks.”
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